One of my favorite bloggers recently posted this regarding a ridiculous Google Search ad. Go read the post. I'll wait here.
Ok. I consider myself a feminist. I follow a few feminist blogs. I believe that women are fully fledged humans and should be treated as such. There are many, many aspects to feminist issues, but one that I think we can all do something about is to admit our flaws. So here goes:
I am not Supermom. I am not a perfect mother, but I am the perfect mother for my sons.
I hate cleaning house. I pay someone to do that for me because I hate it. I'm not good at cleaning.
Chris cooks better than I do. I can usually follow a recipe, but even then I've ruined more than one dinner.
I'm 37 and I'm just figuring out what I want to do with my life. I have a degree I don't use because I figured out I don't like lab work - after I got the degree. At least I enjoyed getting it and learned a lot.
I can be impatient. Sometimes my kids drive me crazy.
I need to lose some weight and get in better shape so I stop getting hurt every time I do something physical, but I'm lazy.
I never feel like I have enough time.
I look at this list and know there is plenty more I could put on it. But it just shows I'm human. We all have strengths and weaknesses. We all have different interests. And we need to stop judging and comparing.
I'll never be Donna Reed, and I'm glad. I don't want that.
Now, I don't know if the idea I had makes sense, but can you admit your flaws and failures? And then move on? Can we agree there is no paragon of womanhood, whether it be the 1950s version or the feminist version? Can we?